לפני 10 שנים. יום שני, 26 באוקטובר 2015 בשעה 7:46
Everything seems still and calm. The lovely smell of oil paint fills the air as I try to understand things.
I understand everything in my head clearly. It is my soul that refuses to let things sink in.
It blows everything up like a tornado.
Lucky I have been uprooted long ago...
I am waiting for the next turn, this time heavily armed.